Prompt: smiley faces.
"MAKAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
Soul stared at his reflection in the mirror, turning white as a ghost.
"What do you want?" she called back from the kitchen. Soul gripped the counter with white knuckles before shoving himself off, stalking out of the bathroom to find her.
"What do you think I want?" he snapped upon entering the warm, fragrant kitchen. He tried to ignore the scent of bacon, wiping the drool from his lip mindlessly. Maka didn't bother turning to look at him, which unravelled Soul's already-frazzled nerves. "Look at my face!"
"Ah. Sorry about that," she said, still not allowing the muscles in her neck to pull her head around to look at his current dilemma. "I don't know what could have come over me. Oh, and be careful next time you let Blair sleep on your bed naked. If you lose any more blood, you'll become anemic. Or you could die. And then I'll have to get a new partner."
Maka took her spatula to a pancake and flipped it absentmindedly. Soul, beyond the point of irked, grabbed his meister by the shoulder and wheeled her around. He pointed a deliberate finger at his forehead. "Why is Shinigami-sama's kanji written here? In permanent marker?"
"... To prove your loyalty?"
Soul tried very hard not to let her go and slam his head against the nearest brick wall.
"Why is it decorated with pink highlighter hearts?"
Maka scratched her cheek. "To further prove your loyalty?"
Weapon stared incredulously at meister. Maka couldn't take the thick silence. "... But you don't mind the smiley faces on your chin, right? They're kinda cute-- COOL! I meant cool!"
The boy couldn't take it. He glared at his technician. "Great. How are you going to fix it?"
"Only time and plenty of showering will erase Sharpie," she said briskly, pushing at his shoulders. "Now, let me go, or the pancakes are going to burn."
Black Star stared. He stared hard.
"... Does this mean you love Shinigami-sama more than me?!"